Last Choice

I wrote this poem because I like understanding how and why people feel the way they do. I was reading a book about a suicidal teen and this poem came out. I hope other teenagers realize that you may think you know someone but you really don't. Everything you say and do affect people; in some cases for the worse.

Sometimes it's hard to live in a world where no one can hear you

You feel alone even in a crowd you speak and hope someone hears

People say:

You're not good enough not important enough not bright enough to have a voice

You feel invisible no one can see you no one can hear you you ask yourself

"Why should they?"

You start to believe them their insults and lies you cannot distinguish what is false and what is true

All you want is to be heard, listened to, know you exist

It seems like too much to handle anymore

You feel like there's no other choice, no other option, there's only one way out

So you take it.

Sometimes it's hard to live in a world where you feel you don't belong

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